An Ode to the Dark

In the shadows and their calm
I get my much needed balm
Solitary and pure
No sound or sight to pierce the night
It's kind and warm
As a favorite blanket on
No worldly affairs or following norm
It's in a suspended form
It doesn't demand
It keeps exuding it's surreal moonly charm
It's sparkly skies
It's dense blackness
It's art in all its forms divine

How I wish light was as kind as the dark
The dark dulls down scar, wrinkle and mark
It frees the heart to soar as a dove
Light sees ugly in the unpolished edges of love
It is burdened with feelings of disgust
On impulse it disowns all that it sees as rust
While the dark accepts, coils and wraps
 In it's bossom, it embraces owls, snakes and wasps,
For it, even a hiss
Is as gentle as a kiss.